The Old Ways Pass
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks in general terms, before writing up the post on the new mix for the new show.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks in general terms, before writing up the post on the new mix for the new show.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that we have been in many ways behind the times, as we cling to both good traditions and bad. We move, though, we progress, we refine. We reform. We even reconstruct.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have found a way to make a Jereboam joke on St. Patrick’s day, as it’s hard to imagine there will be another such opportunity. Ah, well.
In Which Your Humble Blogger expresses his misgivings.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is satisfied.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all gripy, and then makes a point, because sometimes I do have a point to make.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was quite unacceptably sore the next day anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is beyond endurance.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes out on a limb, but a short, think strong limb. Actually, I’m pretty much still on the trunk.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants our children to have better sex lives than we did.